A LITTLE LOLA GOES ALONG WAY
Lola is insane. Period, end of story, that girl is a screw away from being a ticking clock.
I swear Evelyn is going to just explode and tell Lola to go the hell away and tell her how incredibly annoying and bizarre she is.
I'd feel bad if Evelyn did that though. Lola was trying to be herself, even if she came on too strong and completely weirded us out. I still feel bad, curse my conscious. It always seems to be the source of my problems these days.
Lunch was over and I was once again staring at my blank art project. I was stuck. Do I attempt to be artistic or should I just stick with my photography?
Lola: "I'm totally stumped."
Me: "..."
Lola: "I got clown. How do you add deeper meaning to a clown?"
Me: "..." I shrugged.
Lola: "Please, Frey, you have to help me?"
I went ridged when I heard that nickname. "Frey".
Lola: "Freya, hello?"
Me: "..."
I mentally shook myself and got back to my project, just ignoring Lola.
Lola: "Freya, help me, please?"
Me: "..." I nodded.
Lola: "Yes, what do I do?"
Me: "..." I shrugged.
Lola: "Come on Freya, please think of something?"
Me: "Draw a sad clown smiling."
Lola: "Huh?"
Me: "Use the clown's mask to cover up a sad person."
Lola: "Um, okay. I guess I could try that."
By the time school had ended I just about had all the Lola I could take for the day. I was relieved when my bus stop came around so I could get away from her. She literally talked more then Evelyn, I didn't know that was possible. And when Evelyn and Lola are anywhere near each other they start competing for the one who can talk the most. Put it plain and simple, I need some Advil.
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Ficção Adolescente"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
